The Dominatrix

Part 1

In the vast void of the Decima Galaxy, far above a lonely planet hanging in the heavens, cruised a fleet of silver, saucerlike spaceships in a tight V formation; presently one of the craft broke away from the others, lowering a trio of landing legs as it entered the atmosphere before settling upon the surface of the unknown world. From the underside of the spaceship emerged a cylindrical shaft housing a sealed, sliding hatchway, swiftly descending to the dusty terrain; an elevator providing access to the upper level of the craft.
  
The spaceship had landed upon an island, a somewhat small, seemingly deserted wilderness of rocky valleys and swirling sand dunes, arid and inhospitable in appearance, surrounded by a vast expanse of ocean; however this ocean was, unusually, comprised entirely of mist rather than water. What was even more surprising was the fact that mere moments before, the island had been a radioactive wasteland for almost two centuries, an environment so deadly that not even the tiniest of flying insects could survive settling upon its sands for long; yet of the radiation there was now no trace.
  
Presently, a pair of breathtakingly beautiful females, Amazonian in appearance, emerged from the elevator shaft beneath the spaceship as the hatch slid aside; allowing access to the planet's surface. The new arrivals surveyed the surrounding scenery with piercing eyes as clear as crystal; set into chiselled, somewhat impassive elfin features. Platinum blonde, bobbed hair nestled beneath peaked PVC caps of a military style; adorned with a short length of chain about the brim. Clad from head to toe entirely in black, each of the Amazons attired themselves in tight PVC bodices bound with buckles and straps; studded leather miniskirts complete with coiled, cruel whips dangling from low slung, spiked belts about their waists; the long, shapely contours of their legs complimented by thigh-length leather boots balanced upon viciously sharp stiletto heels.
  
"Has the localised radiation been entirely absorbed from this sector, Probationer Virago?" snapped the senior of the scantily-clad sirens, addressing her subordinate in a contemptuous tone.
  
"Yes, Navigator Beldam - the absorption unit has transferred the radiation to our fuel reserves!" confirmed the stony-faced subordinate, somewhat more youthful in appearance to her superior, "So far we have stored only a small amount of energy, therefore I have redirected it to power our sleeping pods!"
  
"One can never have too much energy in the bedroom!" agreed Beldam, "Yet the rest of the ship will also require refuelling, that is why we must remain here for the time being!"
  
"With respect, I still consider we should have returned to Sadismos with the rest of the fleet!" frowned Virago, gazing with growing disdain towards the surrounding sand dunes, "The absorption unit is not the only thing upon this planet that sucks..."
  
"I decided otherwise!" snapped Beldam sternly, casting a disapproving eye over the impetuous probationer, "This planet is ideal for our purpose! The surface crust is fairly thin, therefore our drilling equipment is most suitable for penetrating such a terrain!"
  
"Yes, I do so enjoy penetration..." purred the probationer, "But must we adopt a hands-on approach towards the operation, Navigator?"
  
"No, my initial survey suggests this planet is home to a hominid form of life, potentially suitable for enslavement as a workforce!" revealed Beldam.
  
"Supposing the natives of this planet are hostile, Navigator?" suggested Virago, "We know nothing about them as yet! They may prove to be vile, rebellious creatures!"
  
"If the people of this planet are found to be revolting, they will be disciplined until they agree to obey our orders!" decreed Beldam boldly, "We will hunt down any bands of rebels and punish them until they yield to our natural dominance!"
  
"Yes, we will seize the members and crush them with our firm-fisted approach!" agreed Virago, a cold, cruel, faraway gaze forming upon her features; caressing the coils of the leather whip hanging from her waist in an overly-enthused fashion.
  
"However we will punish the natives only if necessary!" ordered Beldam, casting the often impulsive subordinate a warning glance, "For this is an essential operation, not a pleasure trip - we must preserve what precious energy remains! Now, it is time to mark the preliminary bore sites - bring out the Gimps!"
  
"But the Gimps are recharging!" revealed Virago.
   "Then you'd better reactivate them, hadn't you?" hissed Beldam icily in irritation...